It was a quiet day in the capital of Egypt, many people were trading carpets or selling some goods. The sun was hot, some traders had set up small mini TVs as a distraction so as not to get a headache from the heat and the hustle and bustle. Tourists from all over the world curiously examined the exotic buildings and the many carpets.

In the midst of the hustle and bustle, three boys ran around. They looked around for a moment and then put their heads together. "Listen, today as always, okay? We're stealing some sweet dates from the old dealer. They're really the biggest!" The other two grinned. "But what if she catches us? Then we gambled away, you realize that, right? She can contact these creepy gods." feared one. "Oh, it will go wrong. I won't let a girl reprove me!" A boy added: "A girl who is older than you and not like us, of course." He just grinned. And now come, you fearful rabbits. She cannot watch us all the time. "And so they went to the date stand, where an older, cozy and friendly gentleman was offering everyone his delicious goods. He had just nodded off." Great, that makes it easier for us! "The boys rushed out to the booth and grabbed a bag. They quickly moved into an empty back alley.

"It worked! And she was nowhere to be seen. She's probably dodging too." Not quite ... "came a voice behind them. They whirled around, an older girl crouched a few paces away with a long brown shaggy hair dressed in a kind of desert costume with a sleepy look in front of a wall and examined it as if something was wrong. She turned her head to the villains. For her age, which was about 17, she was a bit short but made a calm and controlled and grown up, if sometimes sleepy impression. "You better give it back to the dealer ... okay? "She looked at the three with her sapphire-blue eyes. Even if she didn't seem angry in any way, the boys were scared." Y- yes, of course. Let's do symphanoah. “She got up.” Then go now. I want to see you return the goods and apologize to the dealer. They went to the dealer, Symphanoah was watching everything from the back alley. The boys tossed the bag back on the stand and then ran away. Symphnaoah crossed his arms and shook his head slightly "Children ..."

She went to the booth and woke the dealer. "How are you? You should take better care of your goods. Just recently, children tried to steal something from them." The older man stretched briefly and then replied to her: "Oh, these bullies. They try to do that every day I can understand, with dates of such good quality.But who is always stopping them? You, my dear child. Here, you really deserve this Symphanoah. Take it easy. "He handed her a bag with extra dates in it, she accepted with thanks." I wish I could do more for these people, but at least I can help you a little. That's enough for me. Should I bring something to someone again? I see parcels there ... "she pointed to a stack of small cardboard boxes of manageable size. The dealer turned to this." Oh ... I had completely forgotten that. They still have to be delivered to a restaurant by 6 p.m. today. Would you do this for me I just got it with the cross ... this is the address girl. "He handed her a little piece of paper." Of course. Better rest. I'll bring you an ointment afterwards, that should relieve your pain a little. "

She said goodbye in a friendly manner, took the packages and set off. Actually, she was always busy and did things for other people, some also gave her rewards or some money for it. But she never asked for any. This girl was, so to speak, the good soul of Cairo. In many places she was a welcome guest because she was almost always helpful and courteous. Symphanoah wasn't really happy, but she didn't reveal this to anyone but herself in her deepest inner world. When she arrived at the restaurant, the goods were immediately taken from her and she was invited to a free meal. She gladly accepted. "So what's new?" asked the owner of the restaurant. "Nothing ... I feel good." she replied tersely and ate her lunch while she sat at a white table outside and stared dreamily into the blue sky.

Then she went briefly to her house to get the ointment for the dealer, an uninviting, abandoned villa. But she had arranged it here so ornately that it hardly mattered. She once lived here with her parents, well respected wealthy people, and her older brother Kenneth. The whole building can only be seen to a limited extent that it was a luxurious villa as it had not been renovated for a long time, but it was inherited from it. Once her parents and her brother disappeared without a trace on a small excursion into the desert, Symphanoah blamed the diabolical god Seth for this. In the living room she rummaged briefly in the drawers and cupboards.

She quickly found the ointment, but she made herself comfortable on a decorative pillow on the floor and turned on the television for a moment. There was all sorts of things going on there, from the newest line of products from Charlzie Shell, research from Shark, some inexplicable events in some areas of the world, politics, series, just about everything. The only thing that caught her interest was promoting the Angels Force, a group of people with extraordinary powers.They were still looking for new members. But Symphanoah did not want to impose itself even though she heard that the leader of the group was a human seraph, a kind of angel. Her dream was always to meet an angel and give him her powers. On the spur of the moment, she switched off the device and continued to do her duty as a good soul. She brought the ointment to the dealer and got another bag of dates and a few coins in return. And what's next...

Symphanoah went back to the wall. Her gaze grew serious, almost angry. Briefly she looked around on both sides of the alley, then she said: "Seth, leave this place. You have already caused me enough suffering. And tell me where my parents are. I will not rest until I know." The grimace von Seth appeared briefly from the piece of wall where she laid her hand on. Symphanoah stepped back

"I am not to blame for your parents' disappearance, it is the truth. I would never do such mean deeds. Believe me ..." Symphanoah clenched his fists. "Liar! It was you" Do not deny your atrocity! I will never forgive you! , Don't you ever hear “As long as I'm alive!” With these words she ran away, tears in her eyes. "Father, mother ... what happened to you? Where are you? Kenneth, why don't you call ..."

Back home, she took a quick look at her cell phone, no calls. Kenneth had called her before, apparently he was involved in some kind of illegal business. He didn't want to see her, she would just give him away anyway. Listless and dejected, she sank down on her pillow and had a bag of sweet dates. As always, there was nothing sensible on television. She only found a repotage about angels to be very good. Then she lay down in her bed and listened to music on a music player. She had inherited all of these things, but she hadn't even come close to deserving any of them. She couldn't protect her parents and her brother, so her whole family. She wasn't sure if she would ever overcome this suffering. And there was something else ... "But ... I'm just a good soul ... I'm just the little, kind-hearted daughter Symphanoah Shabtina."